A Forbidden Romance

Chapter Ten

Billie's POV:

Stop biting that fucking lip.

My gaze lifted from the paper I was grading as a quiet hum of whispers filled the classroom, 20 students but only one of them had my full attention.

Her brow was knitted in concentration, head resting on her hand as she scribbled away, and her bottom lip was tucked neatly in between her teeth, causing my gaze to linger.

Stop biting that fucking lip.

Her friend nudged her to get her attention, and then whispered something in her ear. Whatever was said amused y/n as her eyes widened and they both fell about in a fit of giggles. Usually I would chastise them, tell them to get on with their work, but I felt a smile tug at my lips as I watched the scene unfold. Her laugh was infectious. She whispered something back and then her friend gave her a playful shove.

At this point y/n had decided she'd done enough work as she placed her pen down, now in a deep conversation with her friend.

My eyes briefly scanned around the room, landing on one boy in particular. Payton, y/n's ex boyfriend. His eyes were focused across the room and when I followed his line of sight it led me to y/n.

He was watching her intently, face impassive. He pulled out his phone, trying to be discreet but failing miserably. His eyes left y/n for a moment as he typed something, and then a couple seconds later I heard a faint buzz and y/n pulled out her phone. She ignored whatever was said and shoved her phone back into her pocket. Good girl.

Payton didn't take the hint and continued to text her. With every text that was ignored, he grew angry, as was I. I'll put a stop to this. I rose from my seat, marching over to Payton who was unaware of my presence, eyes still glued to y/n, who's eyes were on me, I could feel them.

"I'll take that please." Now I had his attention. He looked like a dear caught in headlights. "You can have it back at the end of the day." Give me the fucking phone.

"But-" He stuttered pathetically. I waited with my hand outstretched, and after a few moments he reluctantly placed the phone in my hand. I noticed it was still unlocked, and I was greeted with the one sided messages.

"You look hot today." I felt my blood boil and I suddenly had the urge to rip his head off.

Why am I feeling like this? Y/n's my student, I shouldn't be getting so worked up over a message, however accurate that message was. She did look hot. Beautiful.

"Can we talk after class?"

"Y/n, please don't ignore me."

"Don't fucking ignore me!"

Fucking piece of shit. I threw his phone in my desk drawer. Eyes fixed on him. Was this jealousy I was feeling? A mixture of jealousy and anger I suspected. They weren't even together anymore. I'm glad she broke up with him, she could do so much better. Like me. I mentally kicked myself for thinking that but I wanted her so bad.

My initial plan was to pull her aside after class, and apologise so we could put this whole thing behind us.. whatever this was. But now I was having second thoughts.

She's biting her lip again. Stop biting that fucking lip. My eyes were too focused on that lip biting to realise she was looking at me. How long had I been staring? I quickly tore my eyes away, focusing my attention on my initial task; grading papers.

I couldn't concentrate, I could still feel her eyes on me. I could see her out the corner of my eye, rise to her feet. She was coming over. I had to resist the urge to look up.